23:53 - Sunny PagliaccioNote to self: Do NOT open links on max volume in the middle of a quiet night. Otherwise, not bad. :D

23:52 - ApothecaryFast food workers planning a strike in support of $15/hour wages next month. I'm a tutor in a reading lab at a college and I don't even make that much, a bit of an overestimation of one's importance, don'tcha think?

Symmetry to necessity
The ultimate master
Shoot to kill
Shoot to kill
Forever indebted to hell

Fresh fuel for the firing squad
A glint in the hitlist
Begging for mercy
Like a smiling sailor back from the sea
The five decays of human deceit
As the genius who fought himself could see
Dr.Jackal and formaldehyde's last mystery
Twin cohorts in devilish design
Legends of the supervillain industry

Simultaneous international crucifixion
Nailed to each others fantasies
Brains blown out across the universe
Mass merchandise of your emotions

Sold to middle income housewifes
Repetition of execution sequence
Playback over and over again
Psychosexual awerness of an infant generation
Warmed up chloroform though-forms
Interested more in wounds
Than sores
Meat grinder sick smiles
Find some fear and stay there
For a while
Glue-spine umbilical hutch
Creating cold electric current
Nervous universes
Dervishes of the fiery furnace

Gun down an entire classroom
Photographs of genital mutilations
A glutton for putrefaction
In early stages of formation

The need to feel loved
While fucking it up
You can't kill the thrill

08. Unaltered Beast

Roll up
Roll up
Come see the oddities
Unaltered beasts
Or the girl who swallowed knives
The invisible cannibal
The strangest foe of all time
...For your own very eyes
Come see the freaks
Come see the freaks
Children made of raw meat
Shark mouths of blazing impurity
Down in the dumps
Down in the doldrums
Where only the fucked up
Forage for their forms

Nervous twitches at 2AM
In a bed of cracked ribs
Jerking off in a circus of secrets
Pressure sweating you slowly insane
We all become new fanged Gods
To old for regret
To ill for death
I trust myself and no one else
I drink to your bad health
Like the carrion fiend
At a blessed feast
The bones you were born with
Yearn to be seen
An imperfect fake with the same name
Searching for language
Of an inner being

Jackhammer magnificent
Chainsaw buddhist
Unspoilt and unbeautiful
Arrogant until proven guilty
The heart is deceased above all things
Inflammatory flawed creation
Plastic dolls for the role models
Bedraggled in bad guts
Home to dogtown pillbox
"Let's go out and live in an illusion together"
Wash your mouth out with lies
Searching in vain forever
For one of your own kind

A human cannonball
Boiled beaten an bleak brown
Miserable odes tiled on your skull
A scholar of war on a bonegrinding railroad
Smalltown sweatheart in a sordid bloodbath
Memories and anecdotes kicked in the face

Like a railroad of blind windows
Butchered in the snow
Crumpled angel at the end of the avenue
Making shapes from strangers faces
An empty disguise
With nowhere to go

09. Apocalypticism

A soldier comes home from the war
To four walls
And nothing
Children search for their parents
Forever
But they keep on looking
A father returns home from work
And murders his family
A priest looses his faith in God
His formative years steered in tragedy
Politicians become impostors
Comforting words of the backwoodsmen
A troubled drifter with a guilty past
A cabin of corpses by an old dirt track

This is the dawn of the apocalypse
Open your heart to the apocalypse
I want to watch you burn in the apocalypse
I'll make you learn for the apocalypse

An elderly couple sit by the fire
With gunshot wounds to the skull
A talk show host is found face down
In a public swimming pool
A corrupt official abuses his position
An old vagrant in the park
Mutilated beyond recognition
International leaders break down on live TV
The suicide of an old school master
Miserable and lonely

This is the dawn of the apocalypse
Open your heart to the apocalypse
I want to watch you burn in the apocalypse
I'll make you learn for the apocalypse

10. Chrome Balaclava

[Instrumental]

11. Ghostforce Soul Constrictor

In urge to become something
(believed to be) more infact
I pursue the whole
Of human Dementia
You know when your catastrophy
Is utterly complete
Only when you shut your eyes
For the truth
And for the worse

There's no place within your mind
When all faces are set on fire
To burn for the honour
Of the pain in your heart
And fade in the focus
Of your cursed lust
Ghostforce climax
Soul Constrictor
A fountainhead of disorder
A splinted human codex
Ghostforce
Soul constrictor

I cry out
For the death of my guardian angels
No more navigating
The labrynth of self-deceit
The one we share with a psyche
(Almost) Obsolete
Without a ground to stand on
Down the ladder
Where we all break down
The soul murder armoury is ready to go
So I blow up my sence of logic
Deluded in default
To separate the alternative

Stifled by the concious mind
Hell made real by the terror of strife

And right from the core of hysteria
Where suffering seems to grant
No end
In the absence of free flow
A trance of flames
With no exit

12. All Is Not Self

In the cold neurotic night
I can't bring myself to tell you
I'm not who you thought I am
And I'd laugh until I died

I'm leading a quiet life
At an abandoned casino of nightmares

As if a stranger's face
Came home to play
And I lost my way
Something is missing

All day long
The light leaves lines of panic on the vine
It doesn't matter how hard you try
Wraiths astride tame tigers
We're tied to altars in the sky

If an abstract shell
Of a man remains
I won't be the same again

13. Supervillain Serum

Driving nails between my teeth
Kicked to my feet
No sleep for weeks
Sucking the dust from the cage
Varicose veins and mind games
Guzzling barrels of skin-stripping shit
A festering drink of facebreaking cocksucker
Fashionably possessed
Planning world downfall from my bed
Supping the villainous sap
Garden of mutants begin to clap
And now there's no turning back
Alone against everything

Freaking out
Reeking in
Minds wide open
Fix an appointment with God
Your futile trip is done

At the ruins of visionary self
They'll be cuttung their hands off
In hell tomorrow
A truth that's easy to swallow
Fast-acting and thorough

Locked away
Brainwashed
And left alone
Out damned spot
Out damned spot
Out damned spot
Home sick home
Home sick home
Home sick home
The world really gets my back up
An airline that never stops crashing
An itch that never stops itching
Living in an insatiable videogame
Vengeance stalks my brain

Pimping bag of creaking bones
Collapsing inwards from skin to soul
Slime alley black cockroach
Labrynth of solitude in my throat
Guts filled up with the voices of hate
Homogenised venom eats the smile from your face
Tongue splits on the taste
As sanity separates
Reflection you gleam is disfigured and displeased
Adding insult to injury
In swaggering fury
Weak sick
Dread freak
With reservation seats to the funeral of the world

14. Cellar Door

[Instrumental]

15. 21st Century Devil

It has come to swallow the sea
It invades every being
It has come to consume the city
And it will complete me
It will give us all the answers
But tell us nothing
It will dance on our dead bodies
Because we are the willing victims
It is myriad consciousness
of all arthritic love
It stole my laughter and joy
When it drowned the world

[chorus]
It is the future of selling without looking
The great cosmic riddle
21st century devil

It is the hidden king
Of unknown roads
It is the scars of a jilted lover
It relieves the believers
With unmerciful magic
It is not eternity
It is not hope
It is the hum
It is the friction
It is here
It is there